Darry watched helplessly as the poor kid got beat up. He tried calling for help, but no one seemed to notice him. He got worried when the pulled a blade on him, thinking they would cut his head off. Apparently, the kid thought of this, too, because he started screaming.
Finally, some guys, who also looked familiar to him, came running over and started beating up the guys from the car. They seemed protective of this guy, so he stayed to figure out who these people were.
Then, the strangest thing happened-he saw himself coming over. But it couldn't be! It was true, though. This guy held every exact detail that he had, even that scar he had on his forehead, the one he got in a fight.
His double ran over to the kid, hauling him up by the under arms. He started shaking him. "Are you okay, Ponyboy?" His double asked. What kind of a name is Ponyboy?
"I'm okay. Quick shaking me, Darry, I'm okay." Darry. His heartbeat quickened. It is me!
"I'm sorry." I said. . .well, the other me.
Ponyboy sat down, shaking slightly. Then, another guy, who looked a lot like Ponyboy, came over and checked on Pony.
"Hey, Pony. You got cut up a little, huh?" The guy asked.
"What?" Pony asked, confused.
The guy took out a handkerchief, wet it with his tongue, and pressed it against the wound. "You're bleeding like a stuck pig."
"I am?" Pony asked.
"Look! Did they pull a blade on you?"
"Yeah." Pony said. I almost said it, too.
Ponyboy started shaking and the other guy put his hand on Pony's shoulder.
"It's okay, Pony. They ain't gonna hurt you no more." The guy told him.
"I know. I'm just a little spooked, that's all."
"You're an okay kid, Ponyboy."
"You're crazy, Sodapop. Out of your mind."
I, my other self, looked annoyed. "You're both nuts." I said.
Sodapop(another weird name) said, "It seems to run in this family" as he lifted an eyebrow.
I then did something weird. I smiled.